FAZER LOGINHer screams were the loudest never minding her tonsils to break or her voice to disappear at any time.
She believed that she was that 1 very special person among his 500 followers.
She didn’t mind the scorching heat of the sun, the pushing, and brawling with others just to see the famous superstar, Charles Adam.
She liked him very much!
Nah…
She loved him very much and she believed it was love at first sight.
Same as the others, she also had a very inspiring story of why she became his fan...
It started when she saw his huge billboard in the city's main square.
She was inside the bus at that time rushing to go home to pick up some of her mother’s clothes.
It was not just ordinary clothes but for her mother’s funeral.
It was the saddest part of her life.
Three years ago, she was summoned by her mother’s physician so, she immediately rushed to the hospital only to find out that her mother died just a minute before she arrived.
She’s too late!
Aggrieved, she broke down on the floor calling her mother repeatedly while countless sorrowful tears flowing her cheeks.
People passed, shook their heads, and looked at her pitifully.
Even though her biological father was still alive, he didn’t care for her and her mother.
Emily believed that her mother got terminally ill because of the stress she experienced from her shameless father.
Shed had long-time noticed that there was something off with his father but her mother never wanted to share any problems with her.
Emily quickly understood that her mother just wanted to protect her from any emotional breakdowns.
Growing up, she felt her father had another woman but then it was always just her doubts because her mother was always good and gentle and never wanted her precious daughter to suffer.
Emily’s mother just wanted to keep the problem to herself and ended up crying alone in secret and eventually, got sick.
Mary Greyson was indeed a great martyr!
Eventually, Emily’s doubts came to an end.
When her mother was already bedridden, her shameless dad hurriedly brought his woman, and to Emily’s shock, he also brought another child at her same age.
It was indeed frustrating!
At that moment, Emily hated her father so much.
She cursed her dad for being so shameless because their house was her grandma's and not him.
She died a long time ago.
Emily’s mom, her daughter took care of the house as an inheritance but it was named under Emily’s.
How dare her dad bring his other family to live with them?
Emily wanted to throw them outside but then, her father was tough too.
He stood with them like a strong wall protecting his other woman and his other daughter.
Emily’s mother was aware of this but then she was too weak to complain or protect Emily.
She just cried again in silence.
For Emily, the home with good and happy memories suddenly became a shallow hell.
She never wanted to stay with those wicked strangers under the same roof.
“Be good, Emily. Your mother will leave us soon so, consider Claudette as your new mother. Okay? I am just concerned about you and Nicole… she is a good daughter. Surely, she will also be a good sister if you will give her a chance…” His father’s audacity was too awful and disgusting for her.
Emily looked at her father’s eyes like she wanted to find his good soul but it was to no avail.
The father who was like a shelter to them in the past, who protected them and was willing to give his life for them.
That was long gone and it seemed this man in front of her was already hopeless.
She could not find even a single guilt in his eyes.
She hated him to the core!
“Dad, you are so shameless! This is Mother’s house. If you wanted to shelter them then not here. Buy your own house! Aside, how dare you bring those strangers here when mom is sick? Where's conscience, Dad!? Do you even have a heart!?” Emily could not contain her anger as she shouted along with her hateful heart and tears came out from the corner of her eyes.
“Pakkk!!!” After her words, a loud slap sound resonated in the room.
With a strong hand, her father hit her face just like that.
His eyes were very furious.
Emily was stunned.
The pain on her cheek was bearable but the pain in her heart was the worst.
It was the first time her father hit her.
For whom?
It was for Claudette and Nichole!
Driven with overwhelming hatred, she could not take the reason as she stood up planning to run away.
Emily didn’t want to see those two additional wicked women in her mom's house.
They already acted like they owned her grandma’s house.
Nichole is a bitch!
Her true colors were hidden over her demure mask.
Nichole always had a wicked smile on her like Nichole was showing off that she was better than her because their dad chose her and her mother.
Emily just wanted to scratch her face off and show Nichole’s bad nature.
“Emily! I am still talking to you!!!” Her father stood up and chased her but Emily never had a plan to listen.
She didn’t want to hear him anymore and she didn’t have a plan to turn around.
“Emily! Stop right away! If you don’t cooperate, then can you handle your mother’s medication expenses? You spoiled brat!” His father shouted angrily provoking and threatening her.
Hearing this, Emily quickly halted.
The 15-year-old Emily already realized the seriousness of her mother’s illness.
She needed a lot of money to sustain her medication.
She could only do less as she was still a student and still a minor.
With her underage status, no one will hire her for a job.
Once in her life, she suddenly felt defeat.
“Now, have you come to your senses?” His father strode toward her with full of mockery in his expression. Surely, he knew that Emily’s weakness was her mother.
Emily clenched his fists so hard unbothered from the intense pain in her palms.
She felt trapped in a dark deep abyss leaving her no other choice to escape from this unfortunate situation.
“If you want your mother to still live a little bit longer, you will not give me a problem. Okay?” Otherwise, don’t blame me for being a bad father!” He said sarcastically tapping Emily’s shoulder twice.
This man had no single hint of sympathy to his wife!
Even his company was put up by Emily’s grandmother.
Eventually, Mary Greyson handed it to her husband.
In short, all the fortune he had now came from Emily's mother.
“But she is your wife!” With her warm tears, rolling down her cheeks, Emily refuted disheartened.
She really couldn’t understand why her father changed into such an evil one so quickly.
Upon, hearing her words, George Greyson smirked mockingly before he answered. “I don’t love her anymore. My love for your mother had long gone.”
“But why? She gave you everything! She took care of us, our family.” Emily was sobbing asking him to have a clear picture of what had gone wrong in her family.
She was full of sympathy for her loving mother as she didn’t deserve what her shameless father did to her.
“I am not happy with her anymore. I am happy with Claudette. She gives me a lot of things that your mother couldn’t give.” He answered directly without any single guilt in his eyes. “In the right time, you will understand.” With that, he strode away leaving Emily in tears.
There was no hope for her father.
She didn’t need the right time to understand what he meant.
He chose lust over love!
Claudette will never be her mother.
Like her daughter, she had a wicked attitude.
Arrogant, manipulative, and a drama queen!
Emily felt her world crumbled.
She was so down and felt so alone as her mother was in the hospital fighting for her life.
She had no choice but to let the two wicked strangers live in her grandma’s house and act like they owned the house and she as their slave.
After 3 years…
Her mother finally put her suffering to an end.
The only thing she had left her was grandma’s house and her mother’s last words of wisdom.
“Be strong Emily. Be very strong, Emily. Love, Laugh, and Shine in your own little way. You are my precious diamond. Be happy even without me.”
Remembering her mom’s words, Emily uttered a few words in the air while inside the bus. The pain inside her heart caused by her dad and her mother's death was unwavering.
“Mom, how can I be happy without you?” Along with her painful tears, she leaned her head on the glass window until a screeching sound was heard and the bus wiggled abruptly.
“Shit!” The driver screamed as they were about to hit the post due to another’s car's reckless driving. Hopefully, their driver managed to stop on time but when he started the engine again, it didn’t work.
Shortly, all the passengers needed to find another transportation.
How unlucky!
Emily sighed heavily while walking on the sidewalk.
Her steps were heavy as her heart was in deep sorrow.
She missed her mom already and now, she was gone.
She could not take it as she cried walking like a lost puppy.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
It was her dad.
She answered sobbing but the caller was not so sensitive about her.
She had no one in this sorrow not even her dad.
He didn’t mourn.
“Emily, you need to get out of this house now. Claudette threatened me that if you continued to live here, they would leave. So, I don’t have a choice. You need to come back, pack your things and leave!” That is her dad commanding her to leave and then hang up.
The man just kicked her out of her grandma’s house right after the death of her mother.
Surely, he is aware of her mother’s death but he seems to be unbothered.
He didn’t care for her mother at all.
Emily’s heart was completely shattered.
She was going to hold her mother’s funeral alone not only that after, she didn't house to live in.
“Mom…” Full of tears, she muttered in the air.
Her lips were shivering as she sobbed along with the intense pain in her heart.
She felt all alone and thirsty for her mother’s presence and tender love.
Along with her sorrows, here came the rain.
Emily felt the water drenched her soul still she had no plan to find any shelter.
Her tears and raindrops collided.
She cried so hard, calling her mom screaming letting out all her voice hoping that her mom could hear her from heaven and be back to life for her.
Her life was so pitiful!
Emily was so lost and didn’t know what to do or where to go.
She just wanted to be beside her mom!
She let out all her anxiety and pain by crying in the rain until the rain completely vanished.
She was drenched all over and she felt very cold inside but she didn’t care.
Maybe if she got sick, then maybe it was better.
Besides, no one will care!
She just wished to follow her mother in another world perhaps it was happier there with her mom.
Wet and cold, she sat on the sidewalk hopelessly looking at the dark sky.
“What?! What are you looking at? Are you laughing at me too!?” Then she suddenly voiced out like she had completely lost her mind.
Emily found herself talking to a handsome young guy on a huge lit billboard.
Emily turned away from the glass.She did not pause.She did not look back.If she did, she knew she would not have the strength to leave.Her footsteps were quiet against the polished hospital floor as she walked past Nancy.Nancy was standing a few steps away, arms folded, her lips curved in a slow, satisfied smile. The expression of someone who had already won.Emily did not acknowledge it.She simply kept walking.But inside, her chest felt like it was being torn apart.It was not only Charles.It was everything.Her future.Her graduation.Her friend Lizzy.Her cat that always waited for her by the door.Justin.The one person who had was the man version of her.The decision had come too suddenly. Too abrupt. She had been thinking of ways to escape the prison cell, ways to clear her name, ways to survive.But she had never imagined Nancy would appear.Never imagined her offer. Her signature for her freedom.Emily tightened her grip on the folder in her hands.The divorce papers f
The words settled heavily between them.It sounded simple.Divorce.Freedom or a cell.But what about her graduation? Her future?Nancy folded her arms, her patience thinning. “This offer will not come again. I do not have time to wait. Leave it or sign it, the choice is yours! ”“You have no one to help you out, Emily,” Nancy continued smoothly, her voice coated in sugar and poison. “And by the way, I heard the old man has no intention of letting you attend your graduation. This entire incident?” She gestured vaguely to the cell. “A setup. Just to keep you here. Quiet. Out of sight. Until Warren returns and marries you off as planned.”She leaned closer to the bars, lowering her voice to a near whisper.“Poor Emily.”There was no sympathy in her eyes.“You see, it has always been about his grandsons. Always. You were never anything more than a servant wearing the Adam name until it suited them to take it back.” Her lips curved into a satisfied smirk. “A slave to the Adam family until
The officer shifted a file in his hands. “We understand your statement. However, a pregnant woman fell, was injured, and her account, supported by witnesses and video footage taken by other students, has been filed as a formal complaint. Under the law, Ms. Greyson, this is considered a serious offense.”Emily’s chest tightened. “Serious? You… you’re saying I could go to jail? For this?”The officer nodded, his tone clinical, devoid of pity. “Yes. At this stage, you are being held on suspicion. You will remain in custody until bail is set and until the investigation is concluded. You are legally obligated to appear for all proceedings. Failure to do so will be considered contempt of court.”Her knees felt weak. “But… I didn’t do anything! I am not a criminal!” Her voice cracked, tears forming at the edge of her eyes. “This was a setup. Someone… someone planned this!”The officer glanced at his partner. “Ms. Greyson, you have every right to claim innocence. But the law treats complaints
But Claudette noticed.She stepped forward and, without warning, slapped Emily across the face.The sound cracked through the courtyard.Gasps followed.“How dare you speak like that!” Claudette shrieked. “You’re jealous of your own sister! You forced us out of your mother’s house when we had nowhere to go! I begged you. I knelt in front of you! But you were cruel. You shut the door on us and let us sleep in the streets!”She turned dramatically toward the growing crowd.“And do you know what happened next?” she demanded, her voice breaking perfectly on cue. “Because of Emily’s cruelty, Nichole was abused! That baby she’s carrying is the result of that abuse. All because Emily let us sleep outside like dogs!”The courtyard erupted into whispers.“That’s horrible…”“How can someone be that heartless?”“She looks so innocent though.”“I guess looks can be deceiving.”Each comment sliced deeper than the last.Emily struggled to breathe.Not because she believed them.But because she coul
For a brief moment, even the air seemed to freeze.Butler Frank did not move. Only his eyes shifted slightly toward the Old Master.Old Master Frederick looked at Emily as though she had committed an unforgivable offense.“Set you free?” he repeated slowly.There was no anger in his voice.That was far more unsettling.A dangerous calm settled over him, the kind that precedes something irreversible.“You speak as if you were dragged here in chains,” he said, striking his gold cane sharply against the marble floor. The crack echoed through the hall. “No one forced you. You signed the agreement of your own free will. You accepted every condition with full awareness. Do not stand there and pretend you are some helpless victim.”He struck the cane again, harder this time. The sound rang louder, heavy with restrained fury.Emily’s chest tightened.The Old Master gave a subtle nod.Butler Frank moved immediately. He stepped forward and handed Emily a black envelope before returning to his o
Emily stayed on the bench, her body still but her senses sharp.Every time headlights turned into the hospital driveway, her heart jumped. She straightened, scanning each car carefully. White sedans. Ambulances. A delivery van. None of them familiar.She memorized Nancy’s luxury car. Carlos’s dark SUV. She knew their shapes now. The shine of their paint. The way their tinted windows reflected the lights.Each time a black car slowed near the entrance, her breath caught.But when she leaned forward, squinting through the dim glow inside, no silhouette matched Nancy’s elegant posture or Carlos’s rigid frame.Nancy was not leaving.The thought stung more than the cold.Of course, she would stay. She was inside. By his bedside. Probably holding his hand. Probably speaking softly to him. Telling everyone she was the devoted fiancée.Emily’s fingers tightened around the edge of the bench.Jealousy crept in quietly, then spread like ink in water.As the woman he saved, she wanted to be there
Morning crept in gently, trailing threads of light across the folds of white linen. The hospital room was hushed, but not cold. It felt… different. Warmer. Softer. Like someone had left the window open just enough for calm to step inside.Charles blinked awake slowly, disoriented at first.Emily wa
Stanley didn’t just agree to the coffee.He offered something better.“Hey,” he said with a grin over the phone, “there’s a weekend camp for graduating students. Two days, one night. University-sponsored. Bonfire, games, hiking, all that cheesy stuff. You should come. It’ll be fun.”Emily paused.A
Emily’s heart dropped the moment she saw him.Stanley Connor.The friendly guy who had asked her to the masquerade ball. The one who had always seemed harmless, charming, even. He was dressed in his usual crisp university uniform, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, a soft smile on his face
Emily’s fingers trembled as she stared at the photo on her phone. The image was grainy, taken from a distance, but unmistakable. Her face tilted up. Charles’s head lowered. Their lips pressed together in a kiss that wasn’t supposed to happen.Even in the dark, the image was clear.Too clear.Her he







